All characters in this story are at least eighteen years old.
When her mother left, I was left with the task of raising Jamie myself. It's easier for me to say "left" than it is to say she died. I wasn't prepared to be a father when she was born, but as they say, there's no manual on how to be a good parent. I learned as I went along, picking up the tricks of the trade as time passed. When her mother died, the feelings of inexperience and uncertainty flooded me once again. The only solace I had was Jamie's aunt who checked in on me from time to time.
Jamie was a beautiful young woman. She was a spitting image of her mother, yet she retained a healthy mixture of features from both of us. She had her dark, straight hair and my green eyes. Her Aunt Sharen always said Jamie had the nose of her grandfather and the build of her grandmother. I don't know where she got her high cheek bones from, though, but in all, I don't think anyone could contest that she was certainly attractive in almost every way.
Her mother departed us five years ago when Jamie was thirteen, and now at eighteen, I thought I had the single dad thing figured out. Life has a way of throwing curve balls at you when you least expect them. Jamie approached me one day with one of those curve balls.
"Dad, do you have a moment?" she asked.
"Of course. Give me a minute to finish this document and I'm all yours," I said, giving her a quick smile, and began typing again.
I closed the laptop once I was finished and swung around in my chair, facing Jamie as she sat on the love seat behind me.
"What can I do for ya, kiddo?"
She studied me briefly while fidgeting with her jewelry and asked, "Dad, this is about sex. I know we had 'the talk,' but it wasn't really enough, ya know?"
I thought back to said talk and recalled me providing her with the typical birds and bees routine as any parent would.
"No, I can't say that I actually know. What's on your mind?" I said, a little confused.
"I think I might like girls," she stated bluntly.
Shit.
I was mature enough as a father and she was all grown up so I thought I was prepared for anything she would throw at me in that arena. I was not prepared, it seemed.
"Do you mean you like only girls, or do you like girls as well as boys?" I asked, attempting to see if I was going to be of any use to her at all.
"I don't know, I haven't had sex yet, so it's hard for me to accurately answer that," she said, with a small crinkle of confusion on her forehead.
I internally let out a sigh of relief at her admission, but that information made it quite a bit more difficult for me to help her.
"Okay, well, I don't know how much help I can be here, but I know someone who might have a little experience that can maybe answer your questions."
I immediately thought of Sharen. Jamie grew up oblivious to the sexual life her mother and I had and even more so, that of her aunt. Her mother and Sharen were very close and shared a lot between them. I was one of them at first. When her mother met me, she and her sister were sharing an apartment close to me. She was very honest with me from the start, saying I was the target of a shared fantasy of theirs.
They weren't having sex with each other as far as I was aware at the time, but they wanted to find a guy who would be willing to please them both. I was told up front that they were sisters but that they had no sexual contact with each other. I later found this to be subjective, but I was living every man's dream. We carried on like that until Sharen found a boyfriend and I fell for her sister. I was still very close to Sharen but didn't carry on like that again until after my wife died.
It started with the initial visits to make sure we were okay. She would come over often and stay for long periods of time. During those visits, we got kind of reacquainted. Then, it was almost like a courtship for friends with benefits. We felt each other out about possibly resuming our previous physical relationship and after a couple years, we finally started where we left off. That trailed off about six months after it started, though.
"You're talking about Aunt Sharen, aren't you?" she asked, a little disappointed it seemed.
"I actually am, yes. She is the older woman in your life, and I feel she could best help you in this regard. I certainly don't want you looking up information on the internet or asking an inexperienced friend," I informed her.
"I guess that's true. Do you know if she has... experience?" she interrogated me.
I certainly wasn't going to tell her about our past.
"I don't know," I lied, "but she is a woman and I think she might have the right perspective for you. Would you like me to ask if she'll talk to you about this? I don't see her saying no," I added.
"Please and thank you, Dad. I've just had feelings lately I don't really understand, and I wanted to ask questions," she told me.
"I understand and I appreciate you coming to me. You know I'll answer any question have as long as I know the answer," I reminded her.
She hugged me and asked me to let her know what she says. I told her I would and picked up my phone as Jamie walked out of the room. As I was texting Sharen, Jamie stopped at the door and spun around, grasping at the door frame.
"Dad, would it be okay if Kat stayed over tonight?"
"Sure, honey, you know she's always welcome to come over here," I told her.
Katerina was Jamie's best friend since grade school and the only one she ever routinely had stay over. Jamie wasn't overly popular, but I recall thinking she would be more into bigger sleepovers as a young teenager.
She smiled at me and left the room as I resumed texting.
Me: Hi, Sharen, do you have a moment?
Sharen: You know I do!
Me: Jamie hit me up with a situation I'm not prepared to deal with myself.
I saw that she was typing but it would stop. This happened several times before she responded.
Sharen: Did she say she thinks she's gay?
Me: LOL! Close, but no. She said she think she might like girls. She hasn't had sex yet so she can't speak from experience about whether she's bi or straight lesbian.
Sharen: You'd like me to talk to her, I gather?
Me: I would owe you big time.
Sharen: Yeah? What would you owe me? ;)
Me: Why do I feel like I know where this is going?
Sharen: Because you know where this is going. Look, you know I'm single now and we should be getting together a little more often.
Me: You've always been straight forward with your thoughts...
Sharen: Yes, and it's a lot better than beating around the bush. We're not getting any younger, you know.
Me: Obviously.
Sharen: So why don't I come over and we talk about the direction to go with Jamie and then we talk about what we're doing?
Me: I don't know... I mean, I doubt you lost the magic you had back then, it's just been a while.
Sharen: Tell me you haven't thought about it.
Me: I'm not saying I haven't. I just wasn't expecting this conversation at all.
Sharen: Well, now it's happened. I'll come over, bring some food and I'll talk to Jamie, then we'll sit and chit chat... maybe more. ;)
Me: Kat's staying over tonight, so it'll just be us... talking. But I think I might need that.
Sharen: I think you might.
Having thought the conversation was over for the moment, I got up to go get things straightened up for dinner and Sharen's arrival when my phone buzzed again. The lock screen indicated that Sharen sent a picture, then my phone buzzed again with a text from her.
Sharen: Maybe this will remind you?
I hesitated to open the phone as I thought things were moving way too quick, but I supposed I was thinking with my other head and opened it. She was naked in the picture, showing only her ass to me via a mirror. It's been almost twenty years since I saw that ass and it's not changed much. Her back was to the mirror and her top twisted so she could take the picture. She had dark hair like Jamie, brown eyes like her sister and a great looking ass. Had it been later in the evening, and perhaps after some drinks, I would have engaged this turn of events a little more. Instead, I simply replied with the drooling emoji. I thought twice about it, but what harm could there be in resuming this relationship again? Her sister is gone, and she is single again. Why shouldn't I have her?
Later at dinner, I let Jamie know Sharen would be coming by.
"But Kat will be over," she reminded me.
"I know she will, and I told her that, so she's just going to come over and hang out, but she will talk to you whenever you're free."
We finished dinner and she helped me with the dishes and cleaning up. Kat came over shortly after, and it didn't dawn on me until I saw her that she might be the one Jamie was questioning herself about. I wondered if anything was going on between them as I watched Kat enter the kitchen. She was nineteen but graduated the same day Jamie did. She had shorter brown hair and was of a slightly darker natural complexion than Jamie was. With a couple piercings and a tattoo, I wouldn't call her the rebellious one, but certainly more adventurous. This gave rise to my suspicions that maybe they were experimenting with each other.
It wasn't long after Jamie and Kat went back to their girl cave when Sharen came over. She let herself in as she often did and came straight to the living room where I was watching TV and having a couple drinks. She sat next to me and asked how things were going.
"Nothing changed since before. Kat and Jamie are back there," I said, pointing to Jamie's room, "and I can't stop thinking about your ass."
"I thought you might like that," she said while leaning closer to me, "and I have no bra or panties on right now."
"Moving a bit quick, aren't we?" I asked, turning to look at her. She had an intense look in her eye as if she had been planning that encounter for a while.
"What purpose is there in waiting? We were hot for each other back then and the only difference is that my sister is no longer with us," she said, reaching over, rubbing my cock through my pants.
I wanted to get right to it, but I was afraid Jamie, Kat, or both would come out here for some reason and catch us. That was the last thing I needed was to be caught fucking the person I was about to send Jamie to about a sex related topic.
"You've got me in a mood here, and I want to fuck you, but I'm concerned about being caught. Especially after the talk I had with Jamie this afternoon, ya know?" I said, hoping she would have planned this all out.
She shifted her ass over a little, turning more towards me and reached for my zipper.
